Page 113 of Crown of Storm and Silence
One tendril slips between her thighs, stroking through her folds with delicate precision. She cries out, her back arching as pleasure crashes through her.
“Don’t stop sucking,” I command, guiding her mouth back to my cock. “Let my shadows play while you show me how much you’ve missed tasting me.”
She obeys eagerly, taking me deeper while my shadows work between her legs. They tease her clit, circle her entrance, drive her higher and higher while she services me with devoted enthusiasm.
“Perfect,” I groan, watching her struggle to concentrate as my shadows bring her closer to the edge. “My perfect little queen, so desperate to please. You love this, don’t you? Love being used while I praise you.”
She nods frantically, tears of pleasure gathering in her eyes as the dual stimulation threatens to overwhelm her. My shadows curl around her nipples, pinch and tease while others continue their work between her thighs.
“Come for me,” I order, my voice rough with approaching climax. “Come while my cock is in your mouth. Let me feel you fall apart.”
The command sends her over the edge. She sobs around my length as orgasm crashes through her, her body convulsing with the force of it. The sight of her coming apart, the feel of her pleasure through our bond, triggers my own release.
“Swallow,” I growl, holding her head steady as I spill down her throat. “Take everything I give you.”
She does, drinking me down with eager submission while my shadows continue to stroke her trembling form. When I finally release her, she sits back on her heels, lips swollen and eyes glazed with satisfaction.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, helping her to her feet. “You did so well for me,hatun.”
She leans into my touch, boneless with pleasure. “Thank you, my lord.”
The formal address makes possessive heat flare in my chest. “Come,” I say, gathering her into my arms. “I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Shadows wrap around us both, and I transport us directly to our wedding chamber. I can’t wait to get out of this cursed realm—tomorrow we’ll return to the Shadow Court, where I can claim her properly in our own domain. But tonight, in this chamberdecorated with dark silks and precious stones, I’ll remind her exactly who she belongs to.
The poison is gone, burned away by her light, and for the first time in centuries, I feel like myself again. No darkness clouding my thoughts, no silver fire eating at my control. Just pure, focused hunger and a bed large enough to accommodate every depraved thing I plan to do to my wife.
I’m going to ruin her completely. Break her apart with pleasure until she forgets everything but my name.
I set her down gently next to the bed, then step back to admire her dishevelled state. Her hair is mussed from my hands, her lips swollen from sucking my cock, her gown hanging off one shoulder in a way that makes her look thoroughly debauched.
“Turn around,” I command softly. “Slowly.”
She obeys, presenting her back to me with graceful submission. I approach with assessing patience, my hands settling on her shoulders with possessive weight.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” I ask, my voice a dark whisper against her ear.
“Tell me,” she breathes, leaning back against my chest.
“First,” I say, my fingers finding the fastenings of her gown, “I’m going to remove every piece of clothing from your beautiful body. Slowly. Until you’re naked and trembling for me.”
The gown slides down her arms, pooling at her feet in a whisper of silk. Underneath, she wears only a thin shift that does nothing to hide the changes pregnancy has brought to her form.
“Then,” I continue, my hands skimming over the gossamer fabric, “I’m going to lay you down on our bed and worship every inch of your skin. Your breasts, so full and sensitive now. Your belly, round with our child. Your thighs, soft and perfect for spreading wide.”
She shivers as the shift follows her gown to the floor, leaving her naked except for silk stockings that barely reach her thighs.
“And then,” I growl, my hands settling on her hips with bruising intensity, “I’m going to fuck you until you scream. Until you remember exactly who you belong to. Until all of Kara Cehennem knows that you’re mine.”
My crude words make her breath catch, arousal flooding our bond with molten heat. “Kaan…”
“But first,” I say, spinning her to face me, “I want you to tell me what you remember. Do you recall our first night in the eastern wing? When I blindfolded you with shadows and fucked you so hard the stone walls cracked?”
Her eyes widen with recognition, cheeks flushing pink. “Yes,” she whispers. “The servants thought it was an earthquake. We had to move to different chambers for three days while they repaired the damage.”
“And do you remember,” I continue, backing her toward the bed, “how you begged me not to stop? How you came so hard you forgot your own name?”
“I remember,” she says, her voice growing breathless as her legs hit the mattress. “I remember everything now.”
